Although I couldn't understand what this oriental man was saying at the moment, the strong murderous intent in his eyes was frightening.
He swallowed tremblingly and immediately knelt down to beg for mercy.
Meng Ying looked down at the man who was begging desperately, and the last trace of fear in her heart finally disappeared.
How could someone as proud as Her Royal Highness the Princess be interested in such a spineless person?
It seems that he is suspicious.
Feeling guilty, he returned to the palace, prepared clothes for the princess, and cooked breakfast himself.
Like a hard-working worker bee, he devotes everything to his queen bee.
A moment later, in the bedroom.
Bright sunlight shone into the room. Ying Luan slowly opened his eyes, but he seemed to be still sleepy and his eyes were a little hazy.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Meng Ying looked at the lovely princess and wished she could see her every morning.
His eyes were tender and his voice was extremely gentle, for fear of disturbing the distinguished person.
"Your Highness, are you awake?"
"I have prepared clothes and breakfast for you..."
The general, who had been serious and stern just now, seemed to have turned into a little puppy wagging its tail wildly, seeking credit and praise from its master.
Ying Luan listened to the young man's chattering as usual, and the warmth in her heart gradually gathered into a spring, which she could no longer ignore.
After he finished speaking, she smiled sweetly, rubbed his head as if to reward him, and then asked very seriously.
"Xiao Ying'er, do you want a name?"
The sudden surprise made Meng Ying dizzy.
He stared blankly at the woman whose expression did not seem fake, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented brilliance, an ecstasy and excitement that was difficult to suppress.
"Really?"
"Why, you don't want it?"
"Yes! I want it even in my dreams!"
"Even if it's just to be a concubine, as long as I can win the princess's favor, I am willing to do it."
Meng Ying's love is humble and resolute, like a moth to a flame, even if it means being burned to ashes, she will not hesitate.
Ying Luan couldn't help but feel a little distressed. She hooked her arms around the young man's neck, pressed her body against his handsome face, and uttered words from her red lips that made his heart beat wildly.
"From now on, you are the princess's consort."
"good--"
The clear male voice was choked slightly, hiding the joy and satisfaction of getting what he wanted.
"My princess."
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